The sequel to Part 1: Shadows of Magic:
Fairy Tail has won the Grand Magic Games and has now taken back its title as the Number 1 guild in Fiore once more. Things begin to return to normal for Hope and her friends. That is, until The Akatsuki sudden...
My teammates (Natsu, Lucy, Wendy and I) have made it to a town sitting by the ocean and a point of it in which the former Magic Council member, Michello, and his granddaughter live.
They told me about how the Magic Council got blown up by a man named Jackal and all the members were killed, except for Doranbolt.
Michello is a short, old man with oddly flat brown hair, which tapers to a point in three places: on both sides of his face and in the center of his forehead. He also has tufts of hair on either side of his head that resemble ears (though they are most likely not functional, as he has a set of regular ears as well) and what appears to be a light-yellow tail growing out of his backside; these two attributes give him a strong cat-like appearance. Other distinguishing facial features are his bristle-edged mustache, along with tiny, dark-colored eyes and eyebrows that resemble musical notes.
He uses a walking stick to help him get around.
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My brother has decided to stay at the guild hall to lend assistance.
Michello just blinks his eyes at us. "..."
Lucy asks, holding up her right hand, "So if we may, we'd like to stay around for a little while to protect you."
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Natsu tells him seriously, arms crossed over his chest, "We'll keep you safe. So you should feed us well."
Michello says gruffly, "I appreciate the sentiment, but frankly, you'd be a nuisance. How did you find where I live, anyway?"
Happy suggests as he steps forward, holding out his paw, "If you've got a problem, I'm sure we can work it out, cat to cat."
Flustered, Michello snaps at him while holding up his fist, "Who are you calling a cat?!" He rests his hand upon the cane. "I know all about your troublesome guild, and I want nothing to do with it!" He clenches his teeth. "Good luck. I hope your plan succeeds, but you'll have to find someone else to use as bait."
Charlele tells him matter-of-factly with her paws on her hips, "Tartaros would've come for you regardless of whether we showed up to help or not. So I wouldn't call you "bait." Oh, and by the way, you're welcome!"
